“But no one has seen a trace of lightbearers in over five hundred years. Somebody wiped them out. Probably our kind, trying to inherit their magic.” “Probably our kind eating them for dinner,” Finn contributed to the conversation for the… — Tami Lund Copy Share Image
“She wore a fitted white scoop neck shirt under a thin jacket, slim brown pants and tennis shoes. He bet she looked hot in… — Tami Lund Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t like she hadn’t come across hot guys throughout the course of the last three years, so why was her heart racing? Why… — Tami Lund Copy Share Image
“But no one has seen a trace of lightbearers in over five hundred years. Somebody wiped them out. Probably our kind, trying to inherit… — Tami Lund Copy Share Image
“How can I?” Kennedy asked. “How can I trust someone again?” Sabrina adjusted her veil and squeezed her fist around the white-with-blue-embroidery handkerchief in… — Tami Lund Copy Share Image
“He did that slow perusal thing with his eyes that guys did when they wanted a girl to know they liked what they saw.… — Tami Lund Copy Share Image
“What’s your version of the perfect guy?” “I guess I’d like someone who proves he cares by his actions instead of just saying it… — Tami Lund Copy Share Image
